I drew mountains.
A wall of tall grey mountains.
Then a little tree.
Nothing else.
Just the tree.
I reached into my bag and brought out a green pen and began to shade around the leaves of the tree.
It was the only part of the picture with colour.
The only part that wasn't like the rest.
I heard shuffling around where I was sat and instinctively looked up.
I caught eyes with you.
I wasn't sure how to read the expression on your face.
There wasn't one, really...
But it wasn't aggressive at least.
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Pistanthrophobia
Roman d'amour(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
